I sprained my ankle.
I know, I know. Terrible timing, right? I have Footloose in literally two days, and tomorrow I have to ask my music teacher if me and my band are officially allowed to participate in Battle of the Bands.
You know how I sprained it? I was at a Hansel and Gretel rehearsal (I had one at lunch and one after school and had to run to get on time to my drama class) and fell when exiting the stage. I don't know why, but it didn't immediately hurt. During drama class, though, it started hurting like hell. Of course, because I'm that dumb, I decided to dance with it. I know, I know, it's stupid of me, but hey. I love drama.
So now it hurts like heck and I have to prop my leg up on a chair, and my ankle is wrapped with an ice pack thanks to a rubber band. I look very, very stupid.
Honestly, I would have welcomed a sprained ankle at any given moment but now. Not only have I completed all my gym classes for two weeks on Wednesday but I have Footloose this weekend. So I missed a perfectly good opportunity to skip P.E. and this could potentially jeopardise how well I perform in Footloose.
Looking back, perhaps it's because I'm so tired that I sprained my ankle so damn easily. Normally I shouldn't have sprained it, especially because I always fall down and not once have I actually sprained my ankle in my thirteen years of life.
So why does God decide to grant me a sprained ankle on one of the most busiest weeks of my whole entire life?
Why?
On top of that, I finished my Mandarin exam today. All I need to do is fill in the official answer sheet and I'm good. I think I have a pretty good chance at passing which is kind of surprising. In a lot of subjects, I always want to get As or Bs. In Mandarin, I'm happy if I pass.
Even if I'm in the highest class.
I don't take tuition in Mandarin, and owe my current level to my amazing teacher who taught me in Year 7 and Year 8 and my best friend who is really good at Mandarin despite not being Chinese herself. She's the one who explains everything to me and lets me copy her writing. In return, I help her with the oral part. Mandarin is a hard language overall, especially when you speak. For example, there's a bunch of words that are pronounced 'zhuo' except they all have different intonations, so depending on how you speak the word it has a different meaning. So you could be wanting to say 'thank you' but if it's the same word as 'toilet' and you don't use the correct intonation, you end up saying 'toilet'.
Sad.
So if I pass, it's a miracle from God. No one in my family knows how to speak Mandarin, so I'm the first. Pretty gratifying, right? I'm happy because it's the one subject my parents don't push too much on (though they force me to take all of the exams my teacher says I should), mostly because they can't understand anything except 'ni hao'.
I'm literally a loner for it.
For Drama too, because both my parents (in their different ways) hate acting. They like watching theatre (my mum's a fan of musicals too!) but they hate the acting part of it. My brother has always been the martial arts type, and my cousins back in France mostly stick to team sports or dance. I think that a couple of them took acting, but only for a term or two.
It's been a year for me, maybe longer now, and I have no intention to stop.
This is why I sometimes love living in a country different to where my family lives. I feel like I can forge my own paths way more easily because they aren't there to constantly judge. My parents (well, my dad) aren't the judgy type, and my mum likes that I do drama, so she doesn't judge that much when I talk about what I'm doing.
Plus, I love my drama teacher. She's pretty young, she's nice and she's great at explaining choreography.
And, of course, an amazing actress.
Sometimes I wonder if it isn't too much. Drama, Music, English, History. My favourite subjects that I do a lot for. The one thing all of them have in common? They involve a lot of writing. In English, you automatically have to write. In History, you have to write a bunch too for your essays. In Drama, half of your GCSE is literally writing. In Music as well.
I fell in love with words the moment my parents started reading me bedtime stories when I was a teeny tiny baby.
My love of words has never stopped since.
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